A poem a day until my fortieth birthday.

179 – The Sword Of Rubbishness

Poem number 179
.The Sword Of Rubbishness
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Behold the Sword Of Rubbishness
It hangs above my head
Like a cheaper Sword Of Damacles
With pommel painted red
And with blade all cheap and gaudy,
Plastic jewels inlaid with glue –
They bought it from the pound shop
Which is why it’s total poo.